The Night Mares

Photo: MarinaPriest

In the woods

under the trees

all  of my nightmares

have found a place to sleep.

 

They tolerate the dawn

they slumber until dusk

they wake up cranky and hungry

craving bones to munch

 

Sweet dreams

day dreams

dreams that have aged and died

my nightmares will feast on them

in the forest

under the  trees

where no one can hear them cry